Yesterday you help onto me, like you'd never let go... And when I finally had the chance to pull away... In your face, I saw no glow. You looked at me with eyes so sad. I thought they'd drop a tear. You told me that you loved me, And would die without me here. I laughed and called you silly... "Hey, I'm never gonna leave" And as you put your head down you said "I know you won't, it's me..." Then you touched my face so softly, like you were afraid that I would break. You told me that you wished our friendship, but together like this was a mistake. I screamed and closed my eyes as I sat down on the ground... I cried until there were no more tears to cry. And as you sat down right beside me, through my bleeding ears, you whispered goodbye. I told you to not go, that in me you were within And as your words grew so much colder, I noticed... the different color of our skin. Something I wrote about a guy whose family didn't believe in interacial dating. <3
Opportunities missed because of exclusivity breed contempt in the unaware; yet, I see you there with your eyes wide open. Don't even blink. Keep that impression and know that to reciprocate the action is unneeded. Let the colors blur and go on being free. Dear and Sweet, Undying Possibility. Now do you see the Opportunities? eMBeMLaHV!
